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Back in Fitchburg, miles away There's plenty to do and see I go down to the library during the day At night I watch T.V. But in Berlin, on Lyman Road Where my grandparents are I go to the farm to lighten my load At night we watch the stars. During the day a train rolls by On the border of my grandfather's land Here in the summer we all lie Listening to an Irish band. In the porch, near the flowers and bees We look at old photographs Lazy air is in the trees The summer silently laughs. This is the farm where I'd live and die If I were given the chance Watching the swallows in the sky In the grass, I'd watch the ants. Someday I'll live here And never let it go And when autumn grows near Soon the ground is covered with snow. When the birds fly south in fall And the air gets cold I'll always hear the forest call This land will never grow old. return home | What's New | People | Pictures of the Farmhouse | Pictures of the Barns | Pictures of the Grounds | Odds and Ends | Souvenirs | FAQ | Contact Us | mcgrailfarm.com web log | The Sale of the Farm | |
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